Nun. Nicht wahr. Er wachte schreiend auf, sein Bett triefend nass, nicht unbedingt mit Sehnsucht nach Äpfeln.--++--And suddenly, he knew he was falling. Endlessly falling. The great panic, that caught him slowly, dissolved into content. Because he kept falling. As long there is no bottom, there´s no need to worry. One could even argue, that falling without hitting something somewhere in the end is not perceiveable as falling. It is moving, yes. So wandering through these philosophical sophistries, he didn´t realise, that he was transforming into an apple. That being a capital reason to panic, the cried out loud, as luod an apple could cry out loud.